Am I the only who has a hard time turning your BS meter off? LOL Little things difficult child does and says just make my antennae go up. It is funny because most of the time the stuff she is lying about doesn't even matter to me. It's usually something I have no involvement in. Her latest was string of lies involving a flu shot. She called out sick from work a couple of months ago and the next day came home almost immediately after the day started and told me that work said she had to have a flu shot to return. DING DING DING my antannae began to pick up something right away. That whole day she was home in bed but never went to get the shot. The next day I reminded her to make a call to the clinic about getting the shot but she didn't go then either. Over the weekend she hung out with the boy toy and when asked swore she went to Walgreens and got one. Ahem..... Why would you pay $10 for a shot at a Walgreen's 15 miles away when you can get it free less than a mile from the house? Imagine my surprise when husband mentioned the flu shot was available at our clinic this week and difficult child said "sign me up I definitely need one." HMMMMM I thought she already had one. husband had told me I was being paranoid back when I said it didn't add up months ago. Now she just gives me that sheepish grin and admits she lied. Why? I have no idea I could care less about her shot and her job was her problem not mine. husband does not seem to have the BS meter that I have. I find that hilarious because he is the military man and the hard crusty one (supposedly). Now I am giggling at my desk because my husband is a lot of things but hard and crusty aren't him at all. He's the soft touch who I have had to tell three times in the last week he can't give easy child back her phone because I took it away for a reason. Men! HEHEHE Anyway I have the hardest time trusting anything difficult child and easy child say anymore. I have gotten so used to my antannae little warning DING's that I trust them now. Normally I am right but I try not to mention my concerns to husband because I don't want him to be as jaded as I feel right now. Some days it seems like a good thing that I pick up on the BS but other days it seems like a curse. It would almost be nice not to have my brain calculating the probability in the background. I miss the days of innocence where I believed what my kids told me unless I had proof otherwise.